Mourning Skies

Trigger

Simple little words
Simple little times
Memories resurface
As the breath leaves my chest
In a final exhale
Not a sigh of relief
A gasp of fear
For the trigger
Brings back the look in their eyes
The scene unfolds
Before my very eyes
Heart pounds
Chest tightens

Trigger me
Over and over
Just one name
And I can be reduced
To nought but pieces
To be swept up
In the next storm
Conjured in my mind
So ravaged by past
There is no wreckage
Just left over pieces
Stirred
With every word